“She just an extra. Pay what you will.”
“Her? An extra?” the greasy-haired man gave her a glance. “You have no eyes, man. She could get far more than you realize.”
The other man shrugged and held out his hand for money. He didn't care.
“How long?” he forked over a couple bills.
“One hour. Leave her alive. She will fight.”
An evil grin slid over the taller man, and he passed through a door, dragging the shrieking girl with him.
The “owner” pocketed the bills and turned to his next customer. He had grown immune to the screams of the young girls, choosing rather to tune them out and make some money, than to care that they had enough to eat or were treated well.
His eyes drifted lazily over the trail of men waiting, and then he turned to a line of girls. They were huddled quietly, eyes blank, hearts silent.
Could they even feel anymore? Could they cry?
He did not care. They made him money.
A young girl, perhaps the youngest of the group, caught his eye. She had not yet been 'broken in'. The men would pay extra for her. They enjoyed a new girl.
* * *
“Folks, it is time to rise up. The girls need to be rescued. They need to be brought out. It's time to storm the gates of hell.”
The church held only a couple people, but their eyes glinted with a tinge of heaven. They were ready for battle.
“We must battle in prayer for their souls. We must ask God to turn the hearts of their pimps. We must ask God to restore hope into the lives of the girls.”
Heads nodded, hands gripping their “swords” with vigour. Their heads bowed, and voices soared to heaven.
Angels bent to listen, and Eternal Eyes were strong with fire.
* * *
Lazily, he sent men in, not caring about anything except the money that got shoved into his pocket.
A door swung open and the tall man strode out.
The 'owner' raised his eyebrows. “That wasn't an hour.”
“Didn't need an hour. I got what I came for. She might live through it.” He turned away.
The swinish man glared after him. It was a good thing the girl was an extra and not one of his prizes.
He stood and offered his post to another equally chubby man. Fingering with his money, he strolled slowly down the street.
Passing a small church, he scowled as he heard voices inside. He hated those people. They didn't leave his girls alone. And they didn't treat any of his girls like “extras”. They were all “equal”, as they put it. If they would only go for his unimportant girls, he wouldn't care.
Yes. He hated them. But as long as they stayed away from his corner of the world, everything would be fine.
* * *
“All right, friends. It's time to fight.”
The look of authority was in their eyes.
“Remember, it is a battle we are going into. Souls are at stake. Make sure Christ is your strength. Nothing else will do. And He will not simply give you just enough strength. He will shower you will strength. Extra strength. He loves to give it.”
Heads bowed once more.
It was time to start a war.
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